In Praise of Huaching Palace by Tu Ch’ang

A journey of countless stages from the Southland ends
with the pale moon and dawn clouds of Huaching
and the West Wind rushing past Sunrise Pavilion
entering the tall willows it sounds like rain

translated by Red Pine

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